My Narative

I'm stuck here, sitting in a lonely garden shed wondering how I stuffed my life up. I had a lovely family, I had a nice house. But no!! I am the 18 year old wanted fugitive on the run from the cops trying to clear my name.I was charged for the murder of my uncle and sister when it wasn't me. 

Part 1: My Story.

Back in January, I was on my way back from school when, a sudden gun shot pierced my ears. It came from our house. Naturally, I raced in to the aid of my Uncle and Sister, not even thinking of the danger I was in. Straight away i heard the cry y little sister, cristle clear tears started to burn my eyes. My eyes lock onto her as i find her lifeless on the bedroom floor.The cops turn up out of the dark city night, sirens blaring, suddenly the cry of my mother booms over the sound of the sirens. She races to the aid of Gabbie.

"Cal'!!! she screamed. But I had already left the danger zone, out the window and far away, I couldn't let them see me, I had blood on my hands, they would think I had done it and "BANG"! My life had suddenly dissapered. 

Year 7-8 camp

With the billy stew cooking nicely over the burning fire, the four of us stripped into our togs and galloped down to the Amazon river, even though it felt like we were in the Antarctic. With the supervision of Mrs Fielder and Mrs Ilton following slowly behind us we all stepped foot in the water and instantly jumped out. As we found that the current was far too strong to swim in, we rediscussed our plan.
After five minutes of examining the water, we decided together that it was alright. So suddenly I jumped into the water with great awareness of what could happen. With my body fully emerged in the water in the ice cold water, I started my quest to get to the other side.